Cristian walked up to a black horse that belonged to one of the adventurers and mumbled a chant that he was taught in the army when he was about to contact his first battle companion.
The restless horse became gentle, and he hopped onto its back, holding the reins while scanning through the camp, which still shone bright due to the torches.
Pushing his hands forward, the chilly breeze became a fierce gale that swept through the camp, and the flames went off.
All it took was 100 MP, which was a large sum for him previously. Now he understood why everything seemed easy for supreme mages.
Gazing at the darkness that spoke tales of the slaughter that occurred a few minutes ago, Cristian turned the horse and kicked its belly, causing it to bolt away from the camp.
